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Spring 2012

Three Poems

Deception, Misread I pull gumdrop from gunpowder, catch Nazi in a list of thirty warning signs of menopause. I skim the pages of a journal take bisexual from bilingual, intersection from Czech and Mexican immigrants. Too often I strike God on the keyboard when I mean good, sold, when all I wanted was soul. A woman from Devon, a feather her fate, was tricked by wind. Wingless she wrecked to beach below. […]